forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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//huh.

“In my experience, crooks are stupid, and overlook the most obvious things. For example, security cameras. I see no security cameras.”

"Well, should we go check the back, then?" Spencer nodded toward the back as he spoke.

“Good idea,” Anya smirked, following him. “Watch your step.”

"Same to you," Spencer murmured as he carefully started to make his way back.

Anya lept over trip wires and maneuvered around traps, all the while looking ridiculously relaxed. “Thanks.”

Spencer raised an eyebrow at her calmness and continued to carefully maneuver through the traps.

"You're good for a newbie."

“I am indeed,” Anya laughed. “And you’re not so bad for a seasoned member.”

"Seasoned," Spencer scoffed under his breath. "Are you calling me old?"

“That’s up to you to decide,” Anya smirked.

Spencer gave her a look and continued to make his way to the back.

"All right, Miss Observent, what do you see?" he asked when they'd reached the door.

“There is an alarm… but it’s strangely easy to disable… no tripwired explosives… not that I can see, at least….” Anya paused. “This is probably our best bet.”

"Good. Let's get going then," Spencer said, taking a step toward the door.

“Wait!” Anya hurried around Spencer and quickly pulled some wires. “Okay, now.”

"Well, now I'm glad a have you with me," Spencer declared, shooting her a genuinely thankful smile over his shoulder.

“You are welcome,” Anya laughed, opening the door. To her relief, nothing exploded.

Spencer stepped inside and glanced around. The lights were all off, and no sounds could be heard coming from the first floor. Only creaking boards alerted them to the presence of someone in the house.

"He's upstairs," Spencer murmured.

“It might not even be him,” Anya murmured. “Do you know what this guy looks like?”

"No idea. All I was told to do was get in, get the money, get out," Spencer explained with a shrug. "Any ideas?"

“Surprise him, threaten him, ask him what his name is?” Anya thought aloud. “No, that puts us in a position of weakness. How’s this: you do the first plan, I surprise him if he doesn’t go for it?”

"What was the first plan, though?" Spencer muttered under his breath, starting toward the stairs.

“Surprise him, threaten him, ask him what his name is,” Anya smiled, nudging his shoulder. “Go.”

"How is that a plan?" Spencer asked, shaking his head as he walked up the stairs.

“Trust me,” Anya muttered. “Or don’t. I don’t care.”

"Hm," Spencer grunted in response as he slipped around the corner at the top of the stairs.

Anya didn’t even go up the stairs. She just listened intently, waiting for the “Argh!” and muffled noises. Meanwhile, she looked for an alternate route to the second floor.